Asteroid
By Maud Pie
Rocks, adrift in the depths of space.
They leave craters on the moon’s great face.
Rocks so distant, they long to be near.
Burning in our atmosphere.
Ice-made comets streak through the night.
Masquerades as meteorite.
Nebulous dust, spiral and sway.
Will become a rock one day.
Rocks above, they consort with stars.
Desire to be like they are.
But you are Rock, and though you soar.
If you were grounded, you would Sparkle more.
A Rock alone, a Rock so lost.
You’ve come so far, but at what cost?
A Rock in heaven.
A Rock divine.
Going in circles for the rest of time.
In orbit around a radiant sun.
Trapped up there.
Only one.
A Rock floats where it’s weight cannot be felt.
Until gravity forms an asteroid belt.
Many rocks together, form a ring.
A crown for a planetary king.
Rocks, they float so far from me.
That geologic astronomy.